A Veil in the Wind


Memory,
     down in a hole where love waits
     Blinded by contempt
And diseased,
     waiting for the magistrate
     To announce the sentencing.

A forgotten plight,
     calling for attention where
     Sound has no weight
Another day,
     and all of this will fade away
     And with it goes the shame.

Here lie my dead hands in a cold steel grave
     A veil’ll be coming in the wind.
Here lie the ruins of the past in an empty space
     A veil’ll be coming in the wind.

Memory,
     down on its knees and in a state
     Can’t find what it craves,
Because it’s too late,
     to remember a dream that once was awake
     And had so much to say.

Here lie my dead hands in a cold steel grave
     A veil’ll be coming in the wind.
Here lie the ruins of the past in an empty space
     A veil’ll be coming in the wind.
A veil’ll be coming in the wind to wave goodbye
     And cover up what once was alive.
A veil’ll be floating on the wind in times gone by
     To remind us of another life.